Adorable Beasts: The Peerless Demon Girl

Yaya looks like she is only two or three years old.

Short.

Being stared at by Ahri, he nourished his soul.

It finally became a little rounder and looked very cute.

It’s weird.

The mother tree felt her five senses disappearing.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

The overflowing energy could no longer be controlled.

Yin Nian did a great job. Even though she was so far away, she knew she was doing a great job.

Far exceeded her expectations.

She still had some strength left.

Logically speaking.

These powers should also be left to Yin Nian.

This is the most effective and rational approach.

But very strange.

She couldn't control her eyes.

Compared to the love she had thrown away, at the last moment, she was pulled by her primitive instinct.

Controlling his remaining strength, he approached Yaya little by little.

Her eyes also fell on her uncontrollably.

I don’t know if it’s because she’s dying.

She felt that her vision around her was becoming increasingly blurred, and except for Yaya, it seemed that the whole world was plunged into darkness.

She seemed to hear Yaya's breathing.

A faint, lovely gasp.

No, it is not.

The mother tree blinked, and her child died.

The soul has no breathing sound.

This voice was engraved in her mind. It was the breathing sound she heard when Yaya was a baby and had just turned into a human, while she was holding Yaya in her arms.

do not know why.

Even after so long, the memory is still very clear, as if it happened just yesterday. She remembers every expression on the child's face.

She had been naive at one time.

Fantasy children become adults.

She will teach her well.

How to be a good god.

But then, she thought, this might be a bit greedy.

She just needs to be a good ordinary person.

She would watch her grow from a tiny child to a graceful young lady.

pity.

In her impression, Yaya has always been a baby.

And see her again.

She has grown up.

Her eyes are full of anger, and she was badly raised by her father.

Fortunately, she is quite capable, unlike her father.

The mother tree knows.

She looks like herself.

Every move, every word, every action.

She had fantasized countless times that on every ordinary evening, her children would come back to her after having fun outside, just like they were doing now.

Just like she had dreamed before.

She would try to run towards her.

No matter how far she went.

Just sunset.

Will go home.

It can be imagined that the child is just a blurry light and shadow. She has no face, because she doesn’t know how tall she will grow, whether her hair will be thicker, whether her cheeks will be rounder, or whether she will be taller after reincarnation through four seasons.

She knows nothing.

Of course, it is unimaginable even in dreams.

So, the mother tree looked at the forces beneath her.

Start circling around the buds.

Yaya looked surprised, but she didn't care about the surging power.

She just tried to run towards her.

But her shape had changed.

Those powers surrounded her soul and nourished the buds that were of the same lineage as her.

Yaya's body began to grow gradually.

Yaya is two years old.

Yaya is five years old.

Yaya is ten years old...

She was getting taller and taller.

More and more beautiful.

Finally, she grew into a big girl.

The mother tree's body began to tremble slowly.

She sat on the wall.

Watching her grow a little bit with every step she takes.

Her dreams became real and full.

I will no longer have trouble imagining what she looks like because I haven't seen her grow up.

The mother tree closed her eyes.

enough.

No regrets.